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That old Jew had a heaven-spun autumnal gaze, I could have held it forever.

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That Jew was the jewel of our research group: bright, loving and generous.

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There was the Jew in her, a witty sense of humour that could bring light to the deepest of caverns.

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We expected her Jew blood to make her brilliant storyteller, one capable of igniting happiness and love in the world, and on that Christina delivered, every time.

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My Jew grandfather could have made you a suit that would have lifted you from the ground and into the heavens, and he would have done so just to see you smile from your soul.

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The old Jew had worked the land and loved her so, as good farmers do, a custodian of the land and a good neighbour to the community in these parts.

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That Jew, that wonderful woman, she brought me heaven with her kind words.

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There was a creativeness to the Jew that made us all better, that brought the best out of each of us and raised the intellectual bar we expected of ourselves.

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My Grandpa, the Jew, with his soulful laugh and the sort of brown eyes that bring hearth-sipped hot cocoa to the memory.

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The Jew had made orange juice for the community all his days, the sort that did well with a hearty breakfast of toast and marmalade.